No thunder, no rain, no cloud
No stars, no white lilies in my living room.
Typing, thinking and typing again
The cursor is blinking
The blank paper is getting filled with characters
The song is half finished
And I am gazing, breathing and inhaling words.

There is some kind of divine feeling
There is some kind of unknown sensation
The night is approaching towards my nest
The night has reached my bed.
The night is sinking in my thoughts.
Half asleep, half awake, half alive
I am no more gazing
I am just scribbling, scribbling and scribbling on…